Heavenly Curse

The next day, Maki and Da Nu came out of the room, and everyone looked at him with awe, and no one dared to take the key anymore. None of them were fools, and they would not know that they were going to die and go up to die.

And don't look at Maki's young age, but he can do it hard, which is one reason to scare people.

Although Li honesty didn't come out last night, he hid in the room and listened to what was going on outside. For Mu Yi, he didn't have the kind of awe of outsiders. He was just happy for Mu Yi from his heart. At least, in his view, Mu Yi was a good person.

By the time Maki left in the carriage, things about last night had spread, at least within a hundred miles of each other, and all that was known was that some foolish people had begun to beat back drums after learning of the news.

Only some who have confidence in themselves, even stunned, are still coming this way.

The next day, calm and tranquil!

Maki knew, however, that it was only tranquility before the storm.

Thinking about it, Mu Yi shook his head. This time walking along the river and lake, he made it so high-profile, which was by no means his intention, but it was too late to even think about regret. Naturally, the keys would not be handed over. At the same time, he also wanted to see how many people were not afraid of death.

At noon, on the official road to Kaifeng province, a carriage arrived, which attracted a lot of attention just before the tea ceremony on the side of the road.

The carriage is nothing unusual. After all, it is the official road to Kaifeng province, from north to south, all passing through here, but the people who got off the carriage frightened everyone. The other party can no longer describe it in a crusty way. It is undoubtedly more appropriate to describe it in terms of giants.

The giant was naturally a slave, and then Maki picked the curtains and walked out of the carriage.

If Big Slave came out just to surprise everyone, then as Makita came out, the atmosphere in the teahouse instantly became a little depressed.

Lately, if there is anything else that has provoked the rivers and lakes, it is undoubtedly the key to the ancient path of the Yellow River.

And the key is said to be in the hands of a little Taoist, with a giant close to a height, so distinct that almost two people have been recognized when they got off the wagon.

Most of the tea ceremonies were run by people traveling north and south, and some of them were the most informed.

This time, however, no one jumped out immediately. Choi Heng was the forerunner, and naturally they had to remember.

In the eyes of everyone, Mu Yi and Big Slave walked into the tea shop, while Li honestly had to add grass to Mate, so it hasn't followed.

“Sir, what can I get you?” The tea, which was already quite spacious, came in with the slaves, who at once appeared much lower and even had to bow their heads.

When he saw Big Slave, he clearly showed a little fear on his face, but he went forward and asked.

“Have a pot of tea and some more food.” Maki said directly.

“Okay, sir, just a moment.” Xiao Er hurriedly said.

I waited for the second year to leave before the teahouse gradually began to have a sound.

At this moment, there are five or six tables in the tea ceremony, a dozen people, these people have different shapes, ranging from Shangjia to Jianghu people, and even a langzhong.

People were still talking about it, but as Makuya arrived, they couldn't help but lower their voices and even glance at Makuya from time to time and wander around the slaves.

Maki ignored them after a glance, no matter what their thoughts were, as long as they did not proactively provoke him.

“Bong Lung Lung! ”

Just as the second year of school served tea, a sudden sound of horseshoe sounded on the far official road, listening to the horseshoe's dense voice, at least twenty rides, the target pointed directly here.

Even someone in the teahouse has stood up quietly and backed away.

In fact, at the time of Maki's arrival, these people predicted that the trouble might not be far off. After all, not to mention that the whole river and lake was watching him now, but Luoyang opened the area and he was definitely the center of the vortex.

It's just that they still don't expect trouble so quickly, some may want to stay and watch the fun, but others have the audacity to get involved.

The only person in the whole teahouse who could really make Maki look more than once was the middle-aged man who was sitting alone in a corner dressed up as a middle-aged man. At this moment, even outside the horseshoe shook heaven, he still stared at the cup on his hand. Even just when Maki came in, he just looked up and continued to look at the cup in his hand.

The horseshoe finally stopped in front of the tea ceremony, through the window, Maki could see the horse, all dressed in black, embroidered with a gossip diagram on his chest.

“From south to north, from side to side! ”

Suddenly, a man in black yelled eight words.

“It's the Eight Directions Hall! ”

Immediately someone whispered in the tea ceremony and looked scared. Obviously, this octagonal hall is still somewhat famous.

Not to mention anything else, just a dozen men riding at the door right now, is a fierce, eye-catching, not easy to mess with.

“I ask you to give me a face for doing things in the Eightfold Hall.” The man in black continued to shout, his tone of speech carrying a hard tone, although he spoke in a way that made people look good.

“Hualala! ”

Suddenly, the people in the tea house swarmed out. Soon, there were only three people left in the tea house, Maki Yi, Da Nu, and the middle-aged man in the corner. As for Liang Li, he had not been involved, and this would not need to be involved.

Needless to ask, Mu Yi also knows why the people of the Eight Fang Tang came. Although he first heard the name of the Eight Fang Tang, he can also see from the reaction of the people that the Eight Fang Tang has a good reputation.

However, this is also normal. After all, after the news that Mu Yi killed Choi Heng with two fingers, Changqi was not the enemy of the slaves, he dared to come to the door and must have a lot of confidence in himself. He is certainly not a half-footed master like Choi Heng.

Even in Muyi's sensing alone, there are no fewer than four or five people in this group than Choi Heng, and one of them, whose breath is calm and long, is not a simple character.

“Aren't you afraid to die?” Mu Yi ignored those outside, but looked at the middle-aged man in the corner with interest and asked.

“Are you talking to me?” The middle-aged man looked up at Maki with surprise.

“If there is no fourth person here.” Maki replied.

“Oh!” the middle-aged man answered and thought, "Fear death. ”

“You came for the keys, too?” Maki suddenly asked coldly.

“What key?” Once again, the middle-aged man looked at Maki and did not seem to understand the meaning of Maki Yi.

“Nature is the key to the ancient path of the Yellow River.” Mu Yi didn't even care if the middle-aged people were pretending to be stupid, but he still didn't say it slowly. As for the people of the Eightfold Hall, who began to surround them outside, he didn't even look at them.

“Yellow River Kodo? Not interested." The middle-aged shook his head, then stopped working with Maki and continued to stare at the teacup in his hand.

“Interesting.” Maki had a smile in his eyes, and then he turned around and looked at the door.

A human figure also appeared in Maki's gaze. He looked about forty years old and was also wearing black clothes. However, at the edge of the clothes, he was hooked with gold wire. In addition to that gossip diagram, he had two words embroidered in his chest, eight sides!

Eight ways, Eight ways!

Measuring each other, Maki also looked towards Maki.

“Give me the keys and spare you your life.” The sound of cold-blooded bullying is even more direct than expected.